She is there hidden among the taller trees, can you see her?
Significant to many and shrouded among the evergreens
Rounder than most and maybe not as tall
Her straight back is bending by the weight of so many years
Still strong, and holding on
If you watch and wait, you will see it happen the gentle,
swaying, reaching, caressing of her finger like leaves,
Weeping now and then, then raising up to laugh singing as the wind tickles and reminds her
she is still alive remarkable to be here at this time and moment each new rain fall brings change, rebirth,
She longs to dance, to be scene, to be adored, her messy long hair changing color with the breeze she is lost among the trees,
Let her cry for she's a lady,
Let her dream for she's a child
Let her scream out in hope for she is wild
you're daddy's favorite
weeping willow I take refuge in your shade
while you wait to dance again.